Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

"appreciate?"

Han Xin's hand holding the broken sword trembled slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched as if he was about to curse if he didn't control himself.

He looked at the so-called "envoy" riding a skeletal horse, his body wreathed in blue flames, and then at the three green-skinned monsters beside him who were still drooling. He felt a chill run up his spine and straight to the top of his head, freezing even the sweat he had just produced into ice crystals.

Is this how the Qin Dynasty appreciated things?

Sending a bunch of monsters to chase you down in the middle of the night, and then praising you for running fast after they catch you?

"Gentlemen, don't be nervous. Although our way of meeting is a bit... wild, our sincerity is undiminished."

The Skeleton Knight—a high-level corpse puppet remotely controlled by Su Ming—let out a sickening laugh. With a flick of his wrist, two streaks of black light ripped through the night sky and landed with two "thuds" at Han Xin and Xiao He's feet.

Those weren't hidden weapons, but two heavy tokens.

The entire piece is made of an unknown black gold, and instead of dragons and phoenixes, it is engraved with two large, fierce, cursive characters: 【兵】 and 【相】.

The token landed on the ground, still crackling in the soil, radiating a chilling aura of power.

"By order of the Imperial Preceptor."

The knight's voice turned serious, carrying an undeniable air of dominance:

"We have specially invited Han Xin of Huaiyin and Xiao He of Pei County to Qin! The Grand Tutor said that only in Qin will your talents not be buried. Here you will find the broadest stage, the most powerful army, and... a promise of immortality."

"To conspire together on this...great undertaking in the underworld!"

Xiao He tremblingly picked up the token engraved with the character "相" (Xiang, meaning prime minister). It was icy cold to the touch, as if he were holding a piece of ancient ice. Although he was just a minor official, he had seen countless people in his life and possessed a discerning eye. He had never seen the material of this token before, but the craftsmanship was undoubtedly that of the imperial court.

but……

"A grand undertaking in the underworld?"

Xiao He swallowed hard, pointing to the eerie woods around them and the skeletal horse, "This... sir, are you sure you're going to the Great Qin to take up an official post, and not to report to the underworld?"

"This is too much..."

After struggling for a while, Xiao He finally managed to utter one word: "It's terrifying."

"I'm not going!"

Before the knight could answer, Han Xin suddenly erupted.

He kicked away the token representing the glory of the "God of War," jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and roared at the hunters:

"I'm a descendant of a military strategist! I learned how to deploy troops and train thousands of soldiers!"

"I want to lead men who are flesh and blood, who can cry and laugh! Not this bunch..."

Han Xin pointed at a zombie trying to lick its own snot, felt a wave of nausea wash over him, and screamed in despair:

"It's not these rotting, pus-oozing flesh that can only crawl! This is disgusting! It's like the underworld!"

"I, Han Xin, would rather starve to death, die out there, or jump off this cliff than bring these bastards to you!"

These words were powerful and resounding, filled with the instinctive resistance of a normal human being to a "biological warfare unit".

The knight tilted his head, the soul fire in his eye sockets flickering, seemingly puzzled by Han Xin's reaction.

"Rotten flesh? This is a high-level unit that has been enhanced by the T-virus three generations. Its individual combat capability is ten times that of an ordinary Qin soldier."

The knight's voice carried a hint of regret, as if to say, "You don't know what's good for you." "Besides, there's no need for pay, no need for rations, just a little...flesh and blood to fight. Isn't that a great deal?"

"What a rip-off!"

Han Xin was so angry his face turned red and his neck bulged. "Is that fighting a war? That's feeding the baby! I'm not going! I'd rather die than go!"

"Lord Xiao, and what about you?"

The knight ignored the furious Han Xin and turned to Xiao He, who was shaking the tortoise shell. "The Grand Preceptor said that you have extraordinary talent. If you come, you will be the best person to manage the logistics of the Great Qin... no, the chief steward of the Underworld Qin."

Xiao He remained silent.

He just stared intently at the few copper coins scattered on the ground in his hand.

The divination result indicates great misfortune.

Moreover, it was an extremely ominous sign, so black it was almost purple and devoid of any life!

"No! Absolutely not!"

Xiao He pocketed the copper coins, shaking his head vigorously, his face even paler than when he was running away. "My lord," he said, "to be honest, I have an eighty-year-old mother to support, and... well, in short, my family cannot be left unattended! I cannot bear the blessings of the Great Qin!"

He finally understood.

This isn't recruiting talent; it's clearly the King of Hell calling out names!

Even if he went to Qin, he didn't know if he could become an official, but he probably wouldn't be able to be a "person" anymore. Look at Meng Tian, ​​look at Wang Jian, didn't they both become monsters? Xiao He just wanted to live a peaceful life, he didn't want to become one of those brain-triggering, sleep-deprived overtime machines!

"reject?"

The knight sighed, his tone tinged with regret, but more than that... was a mockery he had already anticipated.

"The Imperial Advisor had already guessed that you would say this."

He said that ordinary people are always misled by appearances and cannot understand the true meaning of "evolution". It doesn't matter, ideological work can be done slowly, as long as people are there.

The knight slowly raised the jet-black banner of summoning souls in his hand.

On the banner, countless blood-red runes lit up instantly, standing out starkly in the dark forest.

"The Imperial Advisor also said..."

The knight's voice gradually turned cold, carrying a chilling despair:

"Living is fine, dead is fine too. Anyway, once we get to Youdu and into the transformation pool, it'll all be the same if we refine them. Maybe after they become corpse puppets, they'll be more obedient, more... useful."

"What?!"

Han Xin and Xiao He both widened their eyes at the same time, a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

This is outrageous!

"Let's do it."

The knight gently waved the summoning banner.

"Snap! Snap!"

A chilling sound of bones grinding together suddenly came from the soil beneath their feet.

Immediately afterwards, the earth began to tremble violently, as if something was about to emerge from the ground.

"Bang!"

A pale, bony hand suddenly burst from the ground and gripped Han Xin's ankle tightly.

"Ah! Let go! Let go!"

Han Xin was terrified and swung his sword wildly, but the bones were as hard as iron, making his hands go numb from the impact.

Before he could break free, the ground around him exploded one after another.

Skeleton soldiers, clad in rotting armor and wielding broken weapons, sprang from the ground like mushrooms after rain. Their empty eye sockets burned with eerie blue flames, densely packed and layered, instantly surrounding the two.

"This...this is..."

Xiao He slumped to the ground, staring at the vast army of the dead covering the mountains and plains, utterly despairing. "This isn't recruitment...this is clearly...a procession of a hundred ghosts!"

The knight, riding a skeletal horse, slowly approached the two men, looking down at them from his elevated position.

"Gentlemen, it seems the choice is no longer in your hands."

"Will you obediently come with me, or... let me make you one of them before you come with me?"

Han Xin looked at the skeletal hand gripping his ankle, then at the zombies eyeing him menacingly, and finally at the knight who seemed to be the embodiment of death.

His face, which was usually full of arrogance, now looked more like he was crying.

"Big brother... no, sir!"

Han Xin threw down his sword, buried his head in his hands, and let out the most grief-stricken and helpless cry of his life:

"You guys are... forcing good women into prostitution!"